My Son and I

Times have changed My son was small; Asked many questions Answered them all. I had patience His friend to be, Counsellor, guide Best of my ability. He oft would say, “Dad how is this done? I don’t understand I feel so dumb.” “Not to worry my son As long as dad is alive I’ll show it to you You must learn to survive. Will help every time you fail It doesn’t matter You must learn to prevail. I have patience, son I love you so much Mother’s busy in the kitchen Preparing our lunch.” Those were times When deep in work lost, My son would disturb With a question he tossed. I would make it a point To show he meant more, Had to give him time His knowledge to score. Years fleeted by He grew up fast, Now, done the level To manhood was cast. Times changed Tech all advanced, Phones became smart With technology enhanced. Google and AI Now world ruled, Answered questions Which I was not schooled. Once I asked my son “How is this done?’ He said to me, “I had shown it once. I don’t have the patience I don’t have the time, Busy with my thesis Will show you at nine.”